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Followups (Jesse)
(After This)
Hank was working in his lab, clothes a bit wrinkled and dirty. He'd been finding some curious little things in the city as a bear, his animal nose surprisingly excellent at locating the hiding spots of creatures and humans alike.
But he was more interested in the blood samples he'd been taking from himself and other so-called weres, trying to understand what was going on in their DNA. He was curious about the properties that allowed a compete shift in form take place, and the brushing off of "it's magic" just didn't work for him. After all, magic was widely theorized to only be technology that isn't widely seen or understood back in his own world, and he felt the same was true here.
He was working heavily on the project, not only to make progress but also to forget the embarrassment about the night before. He was ashamed of biting an innocent man, however understandable the incident was. And he was very, very embarrassed about swimming in the nude with Baba, a feeling that rushed over him as soon as the bear's indifferent instincts were lost to his human form.
Last night had just been.... well. A learning experience, perhaps. At least, that was what Hank was trying to convince himself when he was forced to take a coffee break and his thoughts were finally pried away from his microscopic slides and vials.
Hank was working in his lab, clothes a bit wrinkled and dirty. He'd been finding some curious little things in the city as a bear, his animal nose surprisingly excellent at locating the hiding spots of creatures and humans alike.
But he was more interested in the blood samples he'd been taking from himself and other so-called weres, trying to understand what was going on in their DNA. He was curious about the properties that allowed a compete shift in form take place, and the brushing off of "it's magic" just didn't work for him. After all, magic was widely theorized to only be technology that isn't widely seen or understood back in his own world, and he felt the same was true here.
He was working heavily on the project, not only to make progress but also to forget the embarrassment about the night before. He was ashamed of biting an innocent man, however understandable the incident was. And he was very, very embarrassed about swimming in the nude with Baba, a feeling that rushed over him as soon as the bear's indifferent instincts were lost to his human form.
Last night had just been.... well. A learning experience, perhaps. At least, that was what Hank was trying to convince himself when he was forced to take a coffee break and his thoughts were finally pried away from his microscopic slides and vials.